A funny thing happened.. or that whole ripple effect from a drop of water. I took a friend to the doctor's after she had a bad fall and then drove her to get a CAT scan. While there I remembered I was a few months overdue for a mammogram so made an appointment. It usually takes about 3 weeks but there was an opening for 2 days later.
Now, right after college, I found a lump, a nice big one. They biopsied it, leaving it in there and bestowing my fair breast with what I could only describe (to my horror) as "Frankentit". It looked pretty gruesome for a while and the five inch scar is barely noticeable. The results came back negative, that I had a tendency toward fibroid cysts. Anyway.. I keep track of my boobies... usually.
The location is very pleasant, the technicians are incredible and they have a radiologist on site who reads mammograms as they're done. It's a great time saver because if they want a different view, you're still there. Well.. about half the time I have to have a second round of images. I go in, she gently forms my mammo to be grammed trying to flatten it from side to side.
Have you ever heard a dog whimper.. ArrrrArrrrARRRRrrrRRR.. whimper whimper? Well, that was me. It was a toe curling, eye crossing, how in God's name am I supposed to stand still and take this time. Ouch. As the machine released my booboo breast I felt such a sense of relief.
I called out to the technician, "Hey, I think you popped something. My breast feels great!" They went for a THIRD set of images. Everything was all good.. but I was euphoric about my breast. I had NO idea how much discomfort.. pain.. I'd been in until it went away.
As always, what happens in one area of my life acts a guide for others.
